Tales of horror, tales of fear
Read and heard about them, never believed what they'd say
Shrug my shoulders and turn my back
Saying: "These things don't happen today".
When you believe in a people, you believe in a faith.
Believe in the country, and you believe in the race.
John Hamilton was a vagrant,
Constantly wandering from town to town.
Always getting moved on
Everyone putting John Hamilton down.
As soon as he'd lay his head on a bit of cold ground
Someone would say "Move on; we don't
t want tramps in this town".
A little while back John Hamilton
Wandered into Edinburgh on an autumn night
Looked around for a likely spot
To grab some sleep before morning light.
He wasn't doing anyone any wrong,
Just waiting for the break of dawn.
Now a gang of youths surrounded John
As he sipped his cheap liquor
And from the light of his little camp fire
He saw their wicked eyes flicker.
John just couldn't understand
What they could want with an old man..
Now in that chilly Edinburgh night
John started to scream with fright
As they poured his liquor over him
And set John Hamilton alight.
Why they did such as thing, there is no saying,
Probably just to enjoy his screams of pain.
Now there's a black cloud over the city
And everyone knows the reason why.
John Hamilton is in hospital
Scarred but still alive.
Parents need to look at their children
And don't let them get out hand.
Did one of them torture an old man?
Picture: Leroy Skalstad
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